Dippy Little Hippie: Part Deux


This post is about something wonderful that happened Tuesday evening. I’ve waited two days to share this in the event that I’m just going crackers (always a possibly) and everything is what it still is (or was, in this case) but I appear to be healed folks! To God be the glory. Amen?!

Many have been praying for me about my excruciating bursitis hip pain. Thank you. I appreciate your kindness more than words can express. I have as well, of course, been bringing this to the Throne of Grace. You know, when one is ill, the world becomes a very narrow place because it’s all about “what do I do next to stop the hurt”. The hurt can be physical or spiritual. Wow. I had forgotten how small a world can be when that happens. I, too, had prayed off and on again all day (not just about myself but everything laying on my heart). I spoke to my Holy Father and told Him that no matter how He chose to heal me, I give Him the glory. Whether he uses medicines or surgery or a miracle healing, it’s His healing hands that hold me. That evening during a TV commercial break I stood up to leave the room, and there emanated from my hip a loud POP! It sounded like someone clanked two bones together. Being right next to me, Steve even commented on it and said, “Wow, that had to hurt.” No, it didn’t hurt. I walked down our short hallway without hobbling and there was no pain. Took care of things, came back, there was no pain. Sat back down, still no pain. No burning, no anything! I began to praise Him for His healing. Even now, there’s still no pain. I’ve been waiting to hear from the doctor’s office about scheduling an MRI for the hip, so, I tried yesterday to get a hold of them to cancel to no avail. I’m kind of at a loss as to what to do now. Need to speak to the Doc and see if they’d like to do another X-Ray.

I hope I’ve learned a lot from this experience.

  1. God cares about our woes. HE hears our cries and knows our hearts.
  2. HE answers prayer. It may not be the answer we’re looking for or want or the time frame we want, but HE always answers.
  3. HE wants to have a relationship with us.

May my words help someone to feel not so alone today, because, with Christ in our hearts, we are never alone. He is listening right now. He knows what your need is before you even know you need it! Turn to Him. Trust in Him. Thank you Jesus.

Please share if there’s anything I can pray about for you today. Even an “unspoken” is fine. He knows what that unspoken is. God bless.

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” [Romans 15:13]

For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” [John 3:16]



Dippy Little Hippie

Well, the bursitis in my right hip has returned. With a vengeance. 😦 The cortisone shot didn’t ‘take’. Since I’ve had three of them in a short period of time, I’m not allowed anymore for a long time (too dangerous, so I’m told). So, I was a good girl this time and didn’t just endure the pain. Hoping it would go away. I called the Orthopedic Doctor right away. They’re setting me up for an MRI in preparation for surgery. It may take a week or so to get all the preparatory stuff done before going forward. That’s OK. I’m not unhappy. I know that I’m in good hands. All is right with the world. 🙂 I’m sure this is everyone’s wish for their lives too, but I’m just wishing we could stop spending money on medicine and procedures. But, it could be worse … couldn’t it ….

(LOVE that movie!)
Stay tuned sports fans.
“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” [Joshua 1:9]

Getting A Leg Up


These medical devices look almost medieval, don’t they?! At least modern torture devices are padded and are covered by the deductible. *lol* So, the verdict is [drum roll please] “Plantar fascial fibromatosis, with Contracture on the right ankle“. Quite a mouthful, isn’t it. Nothing like seeing a professional to get the right answers.

That lovely blue device in the photo is called a Night Splint, and is what I have to wear, five times a day for 30 minutes an interval with feet elevated. It pulls the foot as far back as humanly possible. Quite comfortable, really. In between, when walking, I was sold an Airheel with stabilizer. I also apply ice to the bottom of my foot. And there are anti-inflammatory medications, oral and topical, and a few stretching exercises, which as a former dancer, I’m very familiar with. I’ve decided to have fun with it. Maybe it’ll even help me lose weight. The best thing of all, NO SURGERY and NO SHOTS! Yay! At least for now. If I’m dedicated, which I plan to be, I may be able to avoid any cutting. Please pray that I will remain dedicated and this therapy will be effective? Thank you so much. I really appreciate how concerned everyone has been. I am truly blessed.

Looks like my Word Of The Year was a good choice, ‘ey?


And I hope your day is blessed too.


Stop Pussyfootin’ Around


That’s me this morning! I have quit pussyfootin’ around waiting for the Podiatrist office to call me. I got on the horn and got things moving (unlike my body at the moment). This heel pain is progressively getting worse. Now the heel is lookin’ a mite purple. Hmmm … Time to get some action! After a polite conversation with the Nurse, I have an appointment at a local Foot & Ankle doctor in Waycross for 8 am tomorrow. That’s service! There’s a crisp new file folder in my drawer with the doctor’s name, contact info, and forms, awaiting surgery instructions and such, something I do with every new surgery. The adventure begins folks!

Hubby had to spend the time on the phone with his insurance company this morning. And then with Socialist Security getting all his ducks in a row. That’s finished. I hope. I see that we’re making less this year because of Medicare. He received an increase, of sorts, but it and then some is all going to pay for Medicare which is being used to shore up ObamaDoesntGiveARatsCare. So, our income just took a heavy hit. Geez, thanks Demoncrats. May you rot in … I am exceedingly grateful that Hillary didn’t win. There’s that bright spot anyway.

Sorry. I blame the foot pain. It’s making me as grumpy as a bear with a sore paw.

At least I can still ride and drive. It’s only walking or standing that’s painful.

All the Christmas decorations are down and put away in the attic for another year. This time, instead of just throwing everything into the boxes with a vague (always broken) promise of organizing them next year, I took the time to do so this season. I’m glad I did that now. Oh, and no more cardboard or paper is to be put in the attic. I didn’t know that paper attracts roaches. Hopefully, I’ve helped solve that little problem too.

This morning we have been ‘putting out fires’. Hope you’re day is going smoothly and with a lot less smoke.